AFI - The Days Of The Phoenix

i remember when
i was told of story of crushed velvet,
candle wax, and dried up flowers.
the figure on the bed
all dressed up in roses,
callingå .beckoning to sleepå
offering a dream.
the words were as mystical as
purring animals.
the circle of rageå
the ghosts on the stage appeared.
the time was so tangible
i'll never let it go.
ghost stories handed down,
reached secret tunnels below.
no one could see me.
i fell into yesterday.
our dreams seemed not far away.
i want to stay.
i fell into fantasy.
the girl on the wall
always waited for me
and she was always smiling.
the teenage death boys,
the teenage death girlså ..
and everyone was dancing.
nothing could touch us then
no one could change us then,
and everyone was dancing.
nothing could hurt us then,
no one could see us then,
and everyone was dancing.
everyone was dancing.